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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Oblivians,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Slave,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.