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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.