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 Botswana 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.