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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.