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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Technova to the grime 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.