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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
MDC,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.