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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Organ,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Can,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.