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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.