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 Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.