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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
EPMD,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.