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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 The Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
Wire,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.