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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
EPMD,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.