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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.