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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.