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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord 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 The Birthday Party to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.