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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 808 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.