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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.