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 Moldova and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.