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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.