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 Denmark and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.