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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.