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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Josef K,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.