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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the punk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
cv313,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.