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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.