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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Jandek,
The Index,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.