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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Sonic Youth to the dance 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.