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 Greece and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.