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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 linndrum 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 Juan Atkins to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Slits,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.