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 Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.