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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.