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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.