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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Television,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.