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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
UT,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.