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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
cv313,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.