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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Techniques to the funk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.