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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.