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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.