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 Jordan 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.