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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.