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 Chad and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
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 harpsichord 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.