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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the dance 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.