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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.