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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Gong,
the Human League,
Slave,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.