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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 Joy Division to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Crime,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.