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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Magma,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
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.