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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.