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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.