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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.