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 Chile and from Milan.
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 Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.