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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Grass Roots to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
MC5,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.