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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.