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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.