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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Yaz to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
The Index,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.