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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 The Selecter to the rap 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.