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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.