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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.