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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.