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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 rhodes 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.