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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.