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 Malta and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
The Sound,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.