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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.