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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Quantec 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.