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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the jazz 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.