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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.