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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.