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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 The Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.