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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
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 marimba 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 Camouflage to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.