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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Second Layer to the jazz 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Can,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.