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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.