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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the punk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Scion,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.