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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 This Heat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig 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 grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Cluster,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.