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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Nico to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.