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 Azerbaijan 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.