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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.