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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.