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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, 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.