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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.