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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Dave Gahan to the dance 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.