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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division 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?
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.