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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Roxette to the electroclash 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.