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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.