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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 chamberlin 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.