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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.