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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.