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 Mauritius and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Peter & Gordon to the grunge 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.