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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.