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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 The Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Magma,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.