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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 The Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.