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 Kazakhstan 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.