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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
CMW,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.