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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 The Zeros to the electroclash 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks 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?
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.