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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 a mellotron and a snare 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.