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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 K-Klass 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.