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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Slave,
David McCallum,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.