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 Burundi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Nas,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.