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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Magma,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.