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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Icehouse to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.