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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.