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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.