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 Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Rekid,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.