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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q65,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.