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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.