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 Iceland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
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.