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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
X-101,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.