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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.