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 Dominica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
June Days,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.