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 Malta and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.