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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 snare 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 Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Skarface,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.