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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.