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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
MC5,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Index,
Lalann,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.