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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cowsills to the grime 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Excepter,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.