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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Faust to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.