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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Max Romeo 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.