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 Dominican Republic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 organ 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 Average White Band to the techno 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.