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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the rap 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.