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 China and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Wings,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.