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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the techno 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Can,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.