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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.