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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Dead C to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.