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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Smoke to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.