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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.