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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.