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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Visage,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
MDC,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.