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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 sitar 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 Wasted Youth to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
AZ,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.