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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the techno 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.