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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.