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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.