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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.