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 Burkina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the funk 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.