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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Scion to the rock 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.