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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.