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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.