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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.