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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.