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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 UT to the rap 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.