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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.