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 Andorra and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.