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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
UT,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.