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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Godley & Creme to the rap 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.