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 Saudi Arabia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
UT,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.