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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.