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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 rhodes 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 The United States of America to the rock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.