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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Unwound,
DNA,
The Standells,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.