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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.