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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 marimba 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.