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 France and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.