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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.