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 Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.