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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Wake to the disco 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.