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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.