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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.