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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.