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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash 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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.