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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Magma,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.