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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.