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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
AZ,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.