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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.