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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.