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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.