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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Deakin to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.