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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.