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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Malaria! to the techno 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.