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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.