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 Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.