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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.