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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.