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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.