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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.