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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.