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 Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.