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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Japan to the disco 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.