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 Thailand and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.