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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.