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 Moldova and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.