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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the funk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.