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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
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 Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.