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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.