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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 chamberlin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.