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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Crooked Eye 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana 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?
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.