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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Carl Craig to the dance 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.