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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Organ to the funk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
CMW,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.