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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Simply Red to the grime 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.