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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.