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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 MDC to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Fear,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.