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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.