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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.