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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
cv313,
Make Up,
X-101,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.