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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.