Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.