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 Finland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Niagra,
ABC,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.