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 Nauru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.