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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.