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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.