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 Grenada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.