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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.