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 Italy and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.