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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Urselle to the crunk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.