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 Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.