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 Kuwait 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.