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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.