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 Liberia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Cymande to the electroclash 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.