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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Television,
Technova,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.