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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.