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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
the Swans,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.