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 Israel and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.