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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.