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 Macedonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.