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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Eric Copeland to the grime 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.