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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.