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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.