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 Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Ponytail 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.