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 Nigeria 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.