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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.