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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.