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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.