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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 PIL to the rock 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.