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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.