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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.