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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.