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 Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.