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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.