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 Suriname 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.