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 Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.