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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Parry Music to the techno 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.