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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.