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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.