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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the rap 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.