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 Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.