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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
UT,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.