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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the punk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Monks,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.