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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.