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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.