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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the dance 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.