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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.