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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.