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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.