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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.