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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.