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 Argentina and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
MC5,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.