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 Austria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the grime 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.