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 India 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Can,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.