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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magma,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.