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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Adolescents to the electroclash 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.