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 Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Swans,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.