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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.