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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 The Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.