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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.