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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.