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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Q65,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.