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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 güiro 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 Gories to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.