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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the rock 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.