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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Scion,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.