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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order 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?
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.