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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Index,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.