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 Guyana and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Index,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.