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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
X-102,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.