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 Italy and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.