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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the rap 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.