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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Index,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.