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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.