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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 China Crisis to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.