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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Invisible to the disco 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.