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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.