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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins to the funk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.