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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 The Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.