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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.