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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Skaos to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.