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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.