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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Magma,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.