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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.