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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 The United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.