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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.