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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.