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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.