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 Antigua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.