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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Pole,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.