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 Sao Paulo.
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 Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.