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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 the Soft Cell to the rap 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Qualms,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.