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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the disco 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
John Foxx,
AZ,
PIL,
Darondo,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.