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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.