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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Japan,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Mars,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.