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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.