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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.