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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Kayak,
cv313,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.