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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
PIL,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.