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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.