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 Brazil and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.