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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.