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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association 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?
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.