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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
The Names,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
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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.