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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.