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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.