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 Dominican Republic and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.