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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.