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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
The Busters,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.