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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Techniques to the crunk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Liliput,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.