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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.