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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.