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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.