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 Kuwait and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
JFA,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.