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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.