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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.