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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.