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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.