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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.