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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mandrill 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.