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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 chamberlin 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Pagans,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.