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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the funk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.