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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.