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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.