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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.