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 Nigeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
June Days,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.