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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 H. Thieme to the techno 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande 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?
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.