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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.