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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
The Names,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
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.