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 the UAE and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Faust,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.