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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.