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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
June Days,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.