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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.