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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
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 linndrum 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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.