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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The American Breed to the grunge 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.