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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.