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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.