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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Scion,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.