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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
the Swans,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.