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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.