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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.