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 Mali and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas 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?
Suicide,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Index,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.