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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.