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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.