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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.