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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Monks,
Crime,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.