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 Nigeria and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren 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?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.