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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.