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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
The Gories,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.