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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.