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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Franke,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.