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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.