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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Al Stewart to the dance 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.