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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.