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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.