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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Barracudas to the grunge 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.