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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.