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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Funkadelic to the dance 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.