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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.