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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.