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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Japan,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.