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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 China Crisis 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette 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?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.