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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.