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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Magazine to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.