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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
10cc,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.