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 Macedonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Unwound,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.