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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.