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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.