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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Techniques to the electroclash 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.