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 Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Echospace 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.