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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Surgeon to the funk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.