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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.