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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.