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 Iran 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.