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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 L. Decosne to the jazz 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.