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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.