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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
DNA,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.