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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.