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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.