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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.