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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 June Days to the grime 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.