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 Argentina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.