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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.