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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.