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 Marshall Islands 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.