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 Mali and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.