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 Romania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.