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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.