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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Zapp to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.