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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 The Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.