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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Guru Guru to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Smog,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.