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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.