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 Honduras and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.