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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 güiro 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.