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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.