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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.