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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb 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 The Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.