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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Tropical Tobacco to the techno 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.