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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.