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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.