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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cybotron to the rap 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.