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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Urselle,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.