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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.