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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.