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 Pakistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.