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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Normal to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Television,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.