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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Juan Atkins to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.