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 Liberia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Smog,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.