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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.