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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.