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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Monolake,
the Association,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Index,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.