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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.