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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.