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 Maldives and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.