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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '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 Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.