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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.