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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.