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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.