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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.