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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
AZ,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.