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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.