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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.