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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.