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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.