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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Style 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Television,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.