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 Taiwan 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.