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 Oman and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
cv313,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.