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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.