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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.