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 China and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q65 to the rap 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.