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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.