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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 Moss Icon to the rap 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.