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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.