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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.