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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed 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?
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.