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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.