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 Portugal and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.