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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the dance 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.