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 Libya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Essential Logic to the grunge 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.