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 the UAE 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Quantec,
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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.