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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Slave,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Nico,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Excepter,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.