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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.