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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 harpsichord 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA 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?
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.