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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.