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 Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yaz to the punk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.