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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.