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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.