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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.