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 United States 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.