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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 808 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 Shoche to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
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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.