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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Japan to the jazz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.