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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Nico,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.