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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Make Up,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.