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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.