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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.