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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Swans,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.