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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 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 The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.