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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe 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?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.