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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.