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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.