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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
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.