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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.