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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon 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?
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.