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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Index,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.