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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
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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.