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 East Timor and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 June Days 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
JFA,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.