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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.