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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.