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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.