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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.