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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis 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 electroclash 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Japan,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.