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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Graham Central Station to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.