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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.