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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.