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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
The Associates,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.