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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Skarface,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.