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 France and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.