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 Belize and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.