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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Mars,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.