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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Trumans Water to the grime 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Television,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.