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 Lesotho 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.