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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.