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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.