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 Cyprus 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Can,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.