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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Organ,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.