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 Maldives 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Wire,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.