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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Nas,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
June of 44,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.