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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Fortunes to the rock 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.