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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.