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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.