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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.