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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.