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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Swans,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.