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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Nas,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.