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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.