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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.