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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.