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 Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Cybotron to the punk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.