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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 LL Cool J to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.