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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Bluetip to the rock 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.