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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.