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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.