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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.