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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.