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 Bahrain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Wire,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
10cc,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.