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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the dance 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.