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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Quando Quango to the punk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.