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 Zimbabwe 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.