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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Suburban Knight to the rap 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.