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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.