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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.