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 Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Monks,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.