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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cybotron to the crunk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.