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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.