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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.