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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.