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 Burundi and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Gong to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
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.