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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.