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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Skriet 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.