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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Television Personalities to the jazz 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.