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 Togo 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
MC5,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.