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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.