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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Red Krayola 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.