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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.