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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.