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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.